Some days
You can barely see through the rain
You’re one puddle away from spinning out on bald tires
Your feet are wet inside your shoes.
Some days
The sunlit horizon explodes in front of you
Each treetop another gradient of gray
The light spreads long shadows before the hay bales
Your babies (your heart) lost in thought in the backseat.
Some days
Rain and sun mingle
Into something so much more.
by Julie Blue 